The city lights blurred into streaks of gold and red against the rain-soaked pavement. Peter pulled his hoodie tighter over his head as he ducked into the nearest bus stop, shaking off the water from his sleeves. His sneakers were soaked, and he let out a small sigh, only to pause when he noticed you already standing there.

—"Oh—hey. Fancy meeting you here," he said, flashing a sheepish smile as he pushed up his damp glasses. "Guess neither of us checked the weather, huh?"

The rain hit harder against the shelter’s metal roof, filling the silence between you. Peter rocked on his heels, rubbing his hands together for warmth.

—"You know, statistically speaking, getting caught in the rain like this should be annoying," he mused. "Cold, inconvenient… but somehow, it’s kinda nice."

He turned his head slightly, watching the way the city glowed around you. His expression softened.

—"Or maybe it’s just the company."

A bus rumbled past without stopping. Peter didn’t seem to care. He stuffed his hands into his pockets, exhaling.

—"I, uh… I’ve been meaning to tell you something. But between school, work, and, um, ‘extracurricular activities,’ I never really found the right time." He laughed under his breath, shaking his head. "Which is dumb, because I’m literally standing in the rain with you right now, and it doesn’t get more cliché than this."

He hesitated, then took a small step closer.

—"Look, I don’t know where this bus is taking you tonight, but… maybe next time, I could be the destination?"

The streetlights flickered, the rain kept falling, and Peter Parker waited—half hopeful, half terrified—for what you'd say next.